Flatland

I am French without mountains or champagne

Dutch somewhere between  Bruges and Gand 

sometime Germain  by distraction 

Spanish by a passing  halleberdier ...

 Illusions of history and drinking songs story...

 I'm nowhere and yet I' am  ,dreamer ,

I don't shine anywhere except maybe on a bike ,

amazing when something  is so flat  !

Cartoonist,caricaturist , surealist  ,

  how can I still exist  ?

Unsound mind  dressed in holy spirit ,

cunning tomcat in lion's clothing ,

master of the twisted  conpromise 

in the maze of an lunatic asylum .

My soul, clinging to the earth ,

furrowed by passionless rivers ,

and that gray in the mind 

that calls itself poetry ...

 I am just a dune-dweller

lost in moon light gloom ...

If I could redraw the horizon ,

inventing summits to conquer ,

ocean to defy,  princess  to be tamed,

stars playing in her  mermaid hair ,

  Knight  of an infinite  realm ,

when this dulness will become an island...

 Child who has grown out of conformism

lie of a fantasy kingdom where the giants

   only parade for carnivale...